Archive for the ‘Cosmic Clangers’ Category


What if it is?

September 3, 2011

Nathaniel Sr: You’re missing the point.
David Fisher: There is no point, that’s the point…………isn’t it??


Nathaniel Sr: Don’t give me this phony existential bullshit, I expect better from you. The point’s right in front of your face.
David Fisher: Well I’m sorry but I don’t see it.

Nathaniel Sr: You’re not even grateful are ya?
David Fisher: Grateful? For the worst fucking experience of my life?

Nathaniel Sr: You hang onto your pain like it means something, like it’s worth something – well let me tell ya, it’s not worth shit. Let it go. —– Infinite possibilities and all he can do is whine.

David Fisher: Well, what am I supposed to do?
Nathaniel Sr: What do you think? You can do anything, you lucky bastard, you’re alive! …….What’s a little pain compared to that?

David Fisher: It can’t be so simple.
Nathaniel Sr:: [putting his arm around David and pulling him closer]  

What if it is?


Quoted from Episode 4:12 Six Feet Under

Image sourced from thechadwasgreat

Devil’s Fool Cake

August 29, 2011

The most popular form of this saying—“You can’t have your cake and eat it too”— confuses many people because they mistakenly suppose the word “have” means “eat,” as in “Have a piece of cake for dessert.” A more logical version of this saying is “You can’t eat your cake and have it too,” meaning that if you eat your cake you won’t have it any more. The point is that if you eat your cake right now you won’t have it to eat later. “Have” means “possess” in this context, not “eat.”


Common Errors in English Usage


Fisherman’s Daughter

August 6, 2011

Invisible Sleeping Woman, Horse, Lion ~ Salvador Dali, 1930

Speaking of this picture, Dali has given a definition: “The double image (the example of which may be that of the image of the horse alone which is at the same time the image of a woman) can be prolonged, continuing the paranoiac process, the existence of another obsessive idea being then sufficient to make a third image appear (the image of a lion, for example) and so forth, until the concurrence of a number of images, limited only by the degree of the capacity for paranoiac thought.”

The violently erotic character of the group of fellateurs metamorphosed into the forelegs and the head of the horse is veiled by the immutable aspect of the ensemble, obtained with the help of an absence of dense shadows and violent colors, as well as by the geological character of the forms. Dali said of these models:

They are always boats which seem to be drawn by exhausted fishermen, by fossil fishermen.”


Stone Makes Us Human

August 4, 2011

A Tectonic Tango

From its beginning the Universe is a psychic
as well as a physical reality.

Thomas Berry

The transformation of stone from planetary crust to becoming a marble statue of the biblical David or a ceramic symbol of Earthly Mother has fascinated me. What to make of consciousness prior to and following that time and space when a human hand first picks up stone to use as a tool. Is it the work of consciousness manifesting first as human, then later as works of art, or could it be something different, whereby a cosmic consciousness manifests as stone, then art, then as human? ‘Stone Makes Us Human’ is my own particular spin on human consciousness.

Once upon a pre-time there was a great and silent mystery out of which came the rhythmic sound of cosmic consciousness, since then we have been dancing to it non stop for eons of space-time, from one geological era to the next, like any creative planet might given the right systemic solar circumstances. At some earlier point in space-time we were just a twinkle in the eye of a cosmic supernova and the next thing we know our larger Galactic-self is giving birth to yet another brand new Solar-self that constantly manifests in whatever new form we can dream up. Hence our insatiable urge to be and desire to express our differentiated unique-Self, for better and for worse in one cosmic form or another, from our larger Galactic-self of black holes and spiralling solar systems all the way down into the deeper layers of our relatively small unique-Self, we manifest cosmic consciousness in a stupendous variety of breathtaking form. [Read the full article: Stone Makes Us Human by Taffy Seaborne at PaGaian Cosmology]



Trailer Brakes First! Trailer Brakes First!

July 13, 2011

The gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a mountain, whence the stone would fall back of its own weight. They had thought with some reason that there is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor.

If one believes Homer, Sisyphus was the wisest and most prudent of mortals. According to another tradition, however, he was disposed to practice the profession of highwayman. I see no contradiction in this. Opinions differ as to the reasons why he became the futile laborer of the underworld. To begin with, he is accused of a certain levity in regard to the gods. He stole their secrets. Aegina, the daughter of Aesopus, was carried off by Jupiter. The father was shocked by that disappearance and complained to Sisyphus. He, who knew of the abduction, offered to tell about it on condition that Aesopus would give water to the citadel of Corinth. To the celestial thunderbolts he preferred the benediction of water. He was punished for this in the underworld. Homer tells us also that Sisyphus had put Death in chains. Pluto could not endure the sight of his deserted, silent empire. He dispatched the god of war, who liberated Death from the hands of the conqueror.

It is said also that Sisyphus, being near to death, rashly wanted to test his wife’s love. He ordered her to cast his unburied body into the middle of the public square. Sisyphus woke up in the underworld. And there, annoyed by an obedience so contrary to human love, he obtained from Pluto permission to return to earth in order to chastise his wife. But when he had seen again the face of this world, enjoyed water and sun, warm stones and the sea, he no longer wanted to go back to the infernal darkness. Recalls, signs of anger, warnings were of no avail. Many years more he lived facing the curve of the gulf, the sparkling sea, and the smiles of the earth. A decree of the gods was necessary. Mercury came and seized the impudent man by the collar and, snatching him from his joys, led him forcibly back to the underworld, where his rock was ready for him.

The Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus [read full essay]


Veni, Vidi, Vidar

June 24, 2011


Image Sourced: Mythologie nordique et germanique

VIDAR – “Woodland ruler” This son of Odin by the female Jotun (giant) Grid was nearly as strong as Thor. He presided over the Murkvid (Nordic version) or Schwarzwald (Teutonic version) and was as tall as the tallest tree. He was armed with a battle- axe and this culturally ingrained image of a woodland  giant with an axe was said to contribute to legends of Paul Bunyan spread by Scandinavian immigrants to the U.S. On the day of Ragnarok Vidar will slay the Fenrir Wolf to avenge the wolf’s devouring of his father Odin. He will do this by planting one foot on its lower jaw and his hands on the upper jaw and snapping the creature’s jawbone. To ensure that Vidar’s boot would be thick enough to not be penetrated by the wolf’s lower teeth when that moment arrives bootmakers discarded small bits of leather before starting each pair of boots they made. Those bits were dedicated to Vidar and were said to go toward thickening that god’s boots. Vidar was one of the gods destined to survive the day of Ragnarok, along with Baldur , Vali and Thor’s sons Magni and Modi.   His hall in Asgard is Vidi.

Text by: Edward Wozniak of Balladeer’s Blog: The Eleven Most Neglected Deities in Teutono-Norse Mythology

Are you ready boots? Start walkin'!

Made in Australia: Medieval-Fightclub

You keep saying you’ve got something for me.
something you call love, but confess.
You’ve been messin’ where you shouldn’t have been a messin’
and now someone else is gettin’ all your best.

These boots are made for walking, and that’s just what they’ll do
one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.

You keep lying, when you oughta be truthin’
and you keep losin’ when you oughta not bet.
You keep samin’ when you oughta be changin’.
Now what’s right is right, but you ain’t been right yet.

These boots are made for walking, and that’s just what they’ll do
one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.

You keep playin’ where you shouldn’t be playin
and you keep thinkin’ that you´ll never get burnt.
I just found me a brand new box of matches yeah
and what he know you ain’t HAD time to learn.

These boots are made for walking, and that’s just what they’ll do
one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.

Are you ready boots? Start walkin’!

~ lyrics by Lee Hazlewood (1929-2007)

whose Living Will instructions are hilarious


We Have Phasers

June 21, 2011

I realize that command does have its fascination.